Our 2021 Rhubarb Festival took place during a global pandemic. To capture the spirit of the festival, we made a performative publication with over 20 submissions. In the before times, the festival takes place over two-weeks with events from Wednesday …
At the end of transgender awareness week is Trans Day of Remembrance, November 20. This day is marked to honour and draw attention to the victims of anti-trans and transphobic violence that is enacted upon members of the trans community. …
After five seasons as Artistic Director of Buddies In Bad Times Theatre, Evalyn Parry will be stepping down from her role on September 15, 2020. While Evalyn has decided to leave at this time to deal with family health issues, …
Updates and timelines in regards to our commitment to organizational review
Even now, as I’m writing this, I have Netflix on and I keep going back to Café Panic on my phone to build my café empire, which is infinitely more satisfying than anything else I could be doing for some reason, which is … probably way more sad than it is funny.
In my pre-COVID world, binge viewing was the default mode. Now, pace has become my strategy for survival. In a moment when time is amorphous and frequently daunting, I use these self-contained, individual seasons to mark time and the passage of it.
A ritual on Zoom is not something you can just watch, like digital, performative experiences nowadays. The participants are gathered in an assembly of sorts, like in live theatre: the ritual cannot happen without an audience that can sense each other. And yet there’s a distance.
I have put trust in a government that carries a bad history of lying. I tell myself it’s kinda like that lover who keeps breaking your heart and you keep saying “okay it’s fine whatever” because a part of you is just waiting for the relationship to somehow end and the other part of you knows that those are the only four words this language has allowed you to learn, practice and speak.
Here’s the best part. When we can finally see each other again, we will all have a renewed love for social interactions and friendships. Having been through that once, it’s the thing that is giving me the most hope.
It’s a beautiful mess. The mad, disabled and chronically-ill life, a place of vulnerability and marginality, is inseparable from a world where merely existing can be laborious.